Falling in love is like going through a hurricane. It’s calming as it starts off – rain, thunder – comforting almost. Then it gets scary – wind picks up, power goes out, we retreat to somewhere safe to protect ourselves – normally taking the high ground. At the end we’re left in the wreckage. The hurricane having passed and moved on to somewhere else. Leaving to go shake up other peoples lives. After the first hurricane you rebuild. You learn better for the next time. How to protect yourself better. How to be stronger. How to not let the next one ruin you like others before. And you notice – hurricane names never repeat. Not in this lifetime anyway. A reminder that it will never be the exact same as the one before and to never go back to the one that hurt you.